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BanaBatGirl
Spying what CLEARLY had to be the world-famous, renowned Daily Prophet Reporter/Editor/Photographer/Whatever making a beeline for him, Fletcher hastily ran his tongue around his teeth to make sure they were clean and took a step toward her.
Wait, he still had a mostly full plate of breakfast. "Can you hold this for a sec?" Fletcher asked Masterson, handing him the plate of food. "Thanks sir!"
With that taken care of, he straightened his tie once more and casually strolled toward the photographer, just in case she decided to, you know, ask him for a signed photo. He was prepared.
"Hello!" she replies with a smile, tugging one last time on her robes, to settle them more evenly...she'd really need to go to Madame Malkins once this was all over, she really did need bigger robes, so this wouldn't be an issue.
"You must be Mr. Fletcher. Congratulations on your becoming champion!" Lifting her camera she winks at him
"Shall we have you pose?"